What is the real face of the white coat?

Doctor Qaratul Ain of Multan and her husband saved the life of a child drowning in N Altar Lake.

On the Hunza Road from Gil git to Normal, take a jeep for an hour and a half to reach N Altar Valley and then after another hour to N altar Lake. Near Satrangi Lake, on the afternoon of June 14, two local boys, aged fourteen and sixteen, fell into the icy waters of the N altar river while grazing cattle, and their younger brother jumped to their rescue.

A boy died after a long stay in the ice water and a delay in evacuation, while a boy who had been evacuated earlier was also thought to be dead and left at that moment, both our jeeps that landed in Blue Lake. This lady Doctor is a cancer specialist stationed at Multan, started CPR when he saw the dead boy's eyes and her husband started breathing with his mouth on his face. After a few minutes, the boy vomited and woke up.

The doctor said that 70% of the lives could be saved if the patients who were declared dead due to heart attack and many other diseases were given timely CPR, and we saw there that CP RK training should be given to everyone.

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Seven-colored lake and the color of death.

The first touch of the seven-colored lake in the N altar Bela valley of Gil git was unforgettable. Some swans of Rati Gali Lake also used to swim in Satrangi Lake. The eighth color was included the moment we reached there, and it was the color of love.

Sat Rangi took leave of the lake and started moving towards the blue lake. As the two jeeps picked up their boats and broke through the silence of the valley, a blue ice river awaited us for another color. Some women were watching and men were pulling bodies out of the water. Two five- to seven-year-old girls spread their arms towards the screaming, and water and the hearts of passers-by would come out of their chests.

We also got out of the jeeps and became helpless in front of this river. Two boys who were about to grow up and were sons of the same mother, one of whom fell into the water in such a way that he fell into the arms of death. One brother may have fallen first, and the other may have jumped into the river to save him. The two boys were wearing local dressing and had plastic shoes on their feet.

Then a boy was pulled out of the river, and the mother did not know whether to look for the corpse lying on the river bank or to beg the men standing outside to pull out the drowned son. There were beans around the corpse which went up to heaven so that Allah Almighty sent a doctor for the Messiah of the boy who was declared dead, and he removed the relatives sitting around the corpse. Her hands increased the pressure and her husband put pressure on her face, after a few minutes of hard work he got up from the shock. The yellow color began to change in life and on the other hand, the frozen body was pulled out of the river and the Doctor declared him dead.

The mother's eyes were on the Doctor, then the life-saving process was repeated, but he had died long ago and probably died of a brain fracture because of death in his tongue and eyes. People were carrying their dead uncle on their shoulders and walking toward the nearby houses and despite one corpse, there were prayers for the Doctor that there was one life and one death in his mother's lap. For the surviving boy, the couple who were sent to the blue lake from the seven-colored lake were sent as life.

The color of death was so prominent in this river of blue water that we all went out, and the children started crying. The teenage death in front of my eyes was on my nerves, and the beautiful valley seemed like a house of death. Cancer specialist Doctor Aini had to go on Hajj with her husband, a few days later, and before that Hajj was performed. There were feelings of gratitude for him throughout the N altar Valley. We were supposed to go to Blue Lake but Aoun, Hijab, Sahib, Abdullah, and Ayat insisted on going back. I explained to them that the expedition could not be stopped by approaching its destination. It was the first time in the experience of tourism that the colors of life and death were combined in one stream. We had all the colors, from the seven-colored lake to the blue lake, but the color of death was heavy on everyone.